Mini Makoto and the Colossuses

(Alexh4070)

“Now then…allow me to show you…”, Monokuma said. “I’ll skip my second and third forms and go straight into…MY FINAL FORM!”

“You’d better not be bluffing!” Akane Owari snapped. “I’m going to beat the crap out of you and pull all your stuffing out!”

Monokuma simply laughed at how foolish Owari was able to threaten him. He then clenched his “fists” and started to charge up energy. Soon, he was surrounded by a lightish-blue wave of energy as small rocks began to levitate up as grunted in agony. “Now then! Make sure you burn this ginormous despair you’re about to see into your memories!” As his power reached critical mass, he howled in pain and shouted, “I-I’M GONNA D-DIEEEEEEEEEEEE!”




BOOM!

Where the robotic bear once stood, a giant hand replaced it. Obviously, the poor animatronic was crushed, as energy particles flew from its spot. Suddenly, a massive, 15-meter tall high school girl emerged from below. She towered over the students, yet fizzled like static as if it were a mere hologram. The girl had a hourglass figure, light blue eyes, and long, strawberry-blonde hair tied into two pigtails with hair-clips shaped like Monokuma’s head. The right has plain white with a neutral expression, while the left was black with a white muzzle, jagged red eyes, and a wicked, toothy smile. Her hands had long fingernails covered with red nail polish. She took two large steps toward the judging stand that would’ve been 30 compared to a normal-sized human. She took a heavily-decorated cellphone, punched in some numbers, and placed it behind Monokuma’s podium.

Hajime Hinata, Akane Owari, Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu, Sonia Nevermind, and Kazuchi Soda all stood in shock at the size of the Giantess in front of them, and just as shocked to see a girl similar to her on the phone’s screen.

“Wh-What?” Hinata stuttered, “What’s going on?”

“A-am I hallucinating…?” Sonia trembly said.

“I-I know anything goes here…”, Kuzuryu stammered. “But this… this is clearly not f*#%ing okay!”

“I see,” the girl on the phone finally spoke out. “So that’s your reaction to seeing an extra large high school girl… But are they really that big? Don’t you think they’re pretty small?”

“Sh-she’s huge!” Owari stuttered. “She’s way too huge!”

“But the final boss in a certain action game is even bigger.” The blonde replied. “You know, ‘that’ game. Knifearella.”

“She said it, anyway.”

The phone girl “looked” at her giant counterpart, mostly at the chest area.

“I see, I see. An estimated bust size of fifteen meters, huh. My boobs are hopelessly huge. Hey, hey… want me to squish you in between them? Big boobs always feel good, you know.”

“I’d get f€¥£*ing crushed!” Soda screamed.

“If this were a pandering fanservice game full with pretty girls, there’d be a CG close up of my cleavage but…” the girl continued. “Too bad! This isn’t a fanservice game! Of course, since it’s not an action game either, you won’t even get to experience the refreshing sensation of battling an enormous final boss.” She laughed psychotically before she, her giant counterpart, and everything else around her froze.

It was revealed to be just a recording of the Killing School Trip, inside the Neo World Program, playing on a computer. Sitting in front of it was Makoto Naegi: one of the six surviving student from the previous Killing Game. He was known as the “Super High-School Level Hope” due to his belief and confidence in hope. Makoto put a hand on his face and sighed.

“Was there nothing serious that Junko couldn’t have made fun of? Even at Giantess size, her mind’s like that of a delinquent.”

Junko Enoshima, as Makoto would tell you, was a high-school fashionista, one of the Despair Sisters, the Mastermind of both Killing Games, the cause of the Ultimate Tragedy, and a complete despair-consuming nincompoop. She was known for her changing personality, teasing, excessive hunger for both food and despair, and treachery. Her reign of terror ended after she lost the final battle against Makoto and the other five surviving members of the Killing School Life games, and, after feeling happy for the amount of despair she endured, executed herself.

The despair she caused was soon countered with hope, Future Foundation’s efforts, and help from Makoto’s little sister, Komaru Naegi. Since then, the high school the first Killing Game started, Hope’s Peak Academy, was rebuilt by Makoto and his friends to make sure the place would get a second chance. The area where Junko executed herself remained there as a memorial for her by Makoto.

The giantess in the recording and the woman on the phone were actually part of an AI(Artificial Intelligence) downloaded into the Neo World Program. Like Junko, both were destroyed in the final battle. As of now, Junko Enoshima’s actions became a legacy.

Makoto was now the headmaster, or principal, of the newly rebuilt school. He promised himself that he wouldn’t let despair get out of hand again, not wanting to feel the pain of losing those close to you. However, he did watch some clips of the Killing Games to make sure that if someone like Junko Enoshima threw the world into despair, he would be prepared for any kind of situation they would be in. At least, that’s what he thought…

“Naegi?”

Makoto looked behind him to see his friend and vice principal of the school: Kyoko Kirigiri, the “Super High-School Level Detective”. Like Makoto, Kyoko was also a participant of the Killing Games. Her father, Jin Kirigiri, was the principal before the Tragedy, which was why Kyoko came to Hope’s Peak. When the incident occurred, she mostly tried to get along with her father until she was dragged away to be brainwashed for the Killing Games. Meanwhile, Jin was executed via rocket ship. When Kyoko woke up, she forgot all about her talent. But, she still felt her father’s passing somehow*. After escaping Hope’s Peak, she became Makoto’s boss in Future Foundation’s 14th Division. During the Final Killing Games, she was poisoned for violating her NG code, but not before drinking an antidote made by the now deceased Seiko Kimura, causing her to fall into a coma until she was woken up by Mikan Tsumiki, the “Super High-School Level Nurse.”

“Hey, Kiri,” Makoto said. “Is something the matter?”

“Yes. Something big, which is small, ironically. Look at this.” She placed a box between them and opened it up. Inside were little models of what appeared to be the execution sites in the Killing School Games. These included miniature versions of various sites, like:
•The Space Journey
•Million Blows
•The Motorcycle Cage of Death
•The Burning of the Versailles Witch
•Excavator Destroyer(with a toy excavator)
•After School Lesson(Makoto and Kyoko’s intended punishment)

“Are those…?” Makoto started to ask.

“Indeed,” Kyoko answered. “Junko’s little dioramas of every execution she executed. No pun intended. Looks like she’s been envisioning every scenario for the guilty since the beginning.” She picked up the toy excavator and gazed at it, then spacing out. It wasn’t until her friend cleared his throat that brought her back. “Sorry, Naegi. Just looking at this excavator and holding it in my hand makes me feel like I’m a giant, or giantess.”

“It’s okay. I know how you feel. Komaru use to make paper cites, then stomp them flat. I’d sometimes join her in crushing her cities.”

“Really? I guess it made you happy to pretend you were Godzilla with your sister.”

“Well, it did. But it was a bit embarrassing.” Makoto blushed in embarrassment and Kyoko was quick to see this. She chuckled at the sight of her friend’s pink cheeks.

“What?” The brunet asked. It was rare to hear Kyoko Kirigiri laugh.

“You’re blushing like a rose bush.” Just looking at Makoto made her blush as well.

“So what? You’re blushing, too.”

“Well, I can’t help it. I know you know I don’t laugh that often.”

“Yeah. How exactly do you know that?”

“I can see your thought bubble.” Makoto was stunned a bit until Kyoko let out a chuckle. “Just teasing. ‘Intuition’ as Maizono would’ve said.” Her brunet friend sighed in both relief and sadness.

Sayaka Maizono, the “Super High-School Level Idolmaster”, was also one of the participants of the Killing Games, and Naegi’s old friend (despite not being in the same class together). She was joyful, light-headed, and had an excellent voice. Sadly, she was one of the ten deceased participants. She tried to murder the “Super High-School Level Baseball Player”, Leon Kuwata, and frame Makoto in order to escape. However, the tables turned when Leon used a katana for self-defense and critically wounded Sayaka. She tried to hide in the bathroom to recover, but the baseball player didn’t want her to get away with it, and stabbed her with a knife she tried to use in killing him. In her final moments, Sayaka wrote Leon’s name on the wall in code: 11037. This was so her death would be avenged, and as an apology to Makoto. Now, whenever the brunet thought of the lunette, he would grieve silently, mostly in the shower.

“Sorry, Naegi. I didn’t mean to…”

“It’s okay. I’m sure Maizono’s laughing in the afterlife at that joke.” Both he and Kyoko chuckled together. “Besides, I can always go to the VR room and chat with her. There are some things she and I have to talk about. But, then again, there are some things that need to stay in the box.”

“Speaking of box, where should I put this?”

“Next to Junko’s memorial. Despite being the mastermind, she was our classmate after all, so it’s best if we pay our respects.” Before she executed herself, Makoto tried to snap Junko out of the despair she was inflicted with, but failed. She was so caught up in her own despair, not even the Super High-School Level Hope’s own hope-convincing speech could stop her.

“Okay, then. But, can I please keep the excavator?”

“Sorry, Kiri. I’ll buy you another toy excavator for you to play- I-I mean… examine.”

“Fine with me.” She placed the excavator in the box and closed the lids. Before she left, she turned to Makoto “Do you want some coffee?”

“Of course, I’m a bit parched and tired.”

Kyoko walked out of the office and into the staff room to get her friend coffee. She poured some coffee beans into the coffeemaker and filled it up with water before turning the machine on. After a minute of brewing, the coffee was finally done. She poured it into a mug while she thought to herself.

‘Naegi must be proud having a sister who pretends to be a giantess. I wish I can show him how much I enjoy that.’ After emptying her train of thoughts, she picked up the mug and began to walk out the room. That is, until she spotted a test tube sticking out of her bag. The purple-haired girl set the mug on a nearby counter and walked over to her bag. She pulled out the test tube, which was filled with turquoise salt-like grains. There was a label on it reading “Shrink X”.

‘Shrinking powder.’ She thought to herself. ‘Got to hand it to that Kimura: she sure knows her pills, antibodies, and drugs.’

During the Final Killing Games, Kyoko found both the antidote and shrinking powder in Seiko’s pocket.(Presumably, Seiko was going to shrink herself to slip out of her bracelet before growing back to full size and escape). Kyoko took the shrinking powder due to her giantess fantasies and wanted to use it for future use. That’s when it hit her.

“Maybe I can show Naegi how much I love giantesses.” Grinning evilly, she poured the powder into the mug, where it thankfully dissolved like salt. “Time to play with the principal.”

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Kyoko returned to Makoto’s desk with the coffee mug in her hands. She nonchalantly kept her demeanor to trick Makoto into like nothing had happened. She gave the brunet the mug, and the deal was done.

“Thanks, Kiri. I’m glad you’re here with me.” Makoto said.

“Me too…” She replied, before whispering to herself. “…So I can play with you and smush you in between my breasts.”

“You said something, Kiri?”

“I-I said ‘Me too. That way I can help you so you can rest.”

“Okay.” The brunet, unaware of what was inside the coffee, sipped slowly, savoring the taste. “This coffee is amazing, and so sweet. What did you put in here?”

“That’s my ‘little’ secret.” She replied, secretly laughing in her mind.

Before long, Makoto drunk the mug empty. He even licked the inside of the mug to get what droplets of liquid was stuck to the sides. Kyoko found this both unexpected and cute. The brunet placed the mug on his desk and leaned back on his chair.

“Mmh. Delicious. Thanks, Kiri.”

Kyoko smiled. She had completed Phase 1 of her plot. Now all she had to do was wait for the “Shrink X” to take effect. She remembered that it would start just seconds after being ingested.

“Um, Kiri? Aren’t you going to take that box to Enoshima’s memorial?”

“Yeah, about that. I’m just going to leave them here and wait.”

Makoto was shocked hearing this from Kyoko. Once she promised to do something, she’d do it.

“Oh, I get it. You probably want me to come with you to the memorial room to pay our respects. Not that you need help or anything right now.”

“Well, I’m sorry, Naegi. But I’m afraid you won’t be much help anymore. Not when you’re able to fit into the palm of my hand.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You know that little secret I put in the coffee? Well, you’re about to find out what that secret was.”

Before Makoto could ask, he started feeling weird. A pain rushed to his stomach area, which he held in pain. He then looked down and saw the floor getting closer. ‘Why is my office suddenly getting bigger?’ He thought. The brunet then looked at his desk to find it getting bigger, and so was Kyoko. He then realized the room wasn’t growing. He was shrinking! After what seemed to be half a minute, Makoto was now five inches tall, nearly half a foot tall. “What the? Why is this happening?” He shouted.

The brunet looked around him to see that his office was very different at the size he was. The carpet hairs were the only things that he towered. Suddenly, he felt the ground shake. He looked up to find a giant Kyoko looking down at him. She got on her hands and knees and looked at the tiny principal.

“Hello there, Mini Makoto.” She teasingly joked before laughing. “Sometimes I wished I did this to my father or my grandfather.”

“Mini Makoto? Wait a minute… Was that ‘little’ secret in the coffee shrinking powder?”

“Seiko Kimura’s ‘Shrink X’ to be precise. Found it with the antidote and another test tube in her pocket.”

“Well, I’ve got to hand to her for her excellent medicine. But why did you pour her shrinking powder into my coffee?”

“Well Mini Makoto, if you must know, I had a fetish for small men when I little. Every time I saw Giantess video, I often envisioned myself playing with tiny men, chasing them, smushing them in between my breasts, eating them, or keeping them as pets. I just had to make that dream a reality.”

“Well, why me?”

“I thought you were happy to have a sister who likes to play ‘Attack of the 50ft Woman’. And I just wanted to make you even happier now that you’re able to experience it.”

“Kiri, you can’t do this to me! I’m your friend! Please tell me you’re going to grow me back to size? I can’t stay like this for… Wait! You did that all for me.”

Before Makoto could react, a hand quickly wrapped around him and brought him to his giant friend’s face. The brunet was worried that he made her mad.

“Of course, Mini-Makoto. You helped me find the light of hope through the darkness of despair. You convinced me that my father would’ve been proud if I continued on looking forward. Even when you thought I died, you did everything in your power bring the Earth back to its despair-free state. You’re the best friend I could ever have… not to mention the cutest boyfriend.”

Makoto blushed after hearing that statement, and Kyoko caught onto that. He had never heard Kyoko state such great sentences. Nor had he heard her call him “cute” before. He was seeing a more friendlier side to his giant friend than when he was normal sized.

“So, now that we cleared that up, how about a trip to the Moon?”

“Moon?”

Kyoko placed her tiny friend on his desk. She opened the box and pulled out a Monokuma Rocket model(the same execution used on her father) and placed it next to Makoto. When he was normal sized, it looked as tall as a toddler. But now, the rocket looked like it was the same size as its actual counterpart.

“Is this what you mean by trip to the Moon?” He asked his friend worriedly.

“Yep. Sure is.” Kyoko answered. She opened the rocket’s doors and put her friend inside. “Have a nice ‘blast’, Mini Makoto.” She said before closed the doors. “This is Mission Control to Ultimate Hope: Prepare for Liftoff. 5. 4. 3. 2. 1. Blastoff!” She made takeoff noises while lifting the rocket off the table, even going as far as making airplane noises like a kid as she held it in her hand while walking around the room, moving her hand up and down, left and right. After a few minutes of playing with the rocket, she eventually felt satisfied and placed the rocket on the desk. She carefully opened the doors and a dizzy Makoto Naegi stepped out, with swirly cartoon eyes. “Did you enjoy your trip, Cadet Naegi?”

“T-t-titans s-stole my l-lunch, my dear Jaeger.” The dizzy principal uttered.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Kyoko picked up her shrunken friend and gave him a peck on the cheek, snapping him back to reality.

“Huh? K-K-KIRI! I… I didn’t do anything embarrassing, did I?”

“Well, besides stumbling around like a ballerina, you didn’t do much. But you’re still my cute Naegi.”

“Really?”

“Sure. I may be a giantess now, but I’m still your friend. And I won’t make suffer

“Yes, Kiri. What can I do to please you?” The purple haired girl set her friend down on the desk.

“Well, I’ve been walking around for a while, and my feet are very tired. I require a nice foot massage.”

“Massage? But Kiri, in most of the giantess stories and videos I’ve seen, the small people fail to appease the Giantess with a good foot massage. And look at me. I’m half the size of your feet and… Ohhhhhh. Right.” Makoto blushed at the mistake he made and looked away. Kyoko once again chuckled at her blushing friend. “Fine, I’ll massage your feet.”

“Thanks, Mini Makoto!”

Kyoko took off her shoes and socks, revealing her bare feet. She sat down on Makoto’s chair and laid back as she put her feet on the desk. The tiny principal walked up to his friend’s feet and started rubbing them. Despite the smell, he didn’t want to complain, lest he felt the fury of “Queen Kiri’s” feet.

“You know, if someone else tried to do this at your current size, I’d step on them like the bug they are if they didn’t put enough effort into it. But, like I said, I’m doing this for you. No need to worry about me getting angry.” Kyoko said before giggling. Makoto giggled, too. Luckily for him, Kyoko wasn’t the violent type. And he knew that this wouldn’t be the end of his giantess dream.

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After what felt like five minutes, Kyoko felt that Makoto had done enough working on her feet. She picked the mini brunet up and put him on her shoulder. He hung on as his purple-haired friend put her socks and shoes back on.

"So, now what Naegi?"

"I’m actually not sure. Thought you had an idea since you’re doing this for me."

"Actually… I have one idea. But I’m not sure you’re going to like it."

"Come on, Kiri. I’m the 'Super High-school-level Hope' student. There’s nothing I can’t handle."

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One Minute Later
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"Yep. There’s definitely nothing I can’t handle."

Makoto was taped to the leg of a chair, not even bothering to struggle against it. In front of him was a miniature model of the pitching machine from "Million Blows". Like the brunet, it was half a foot tall, making it “normal-sized” compared to him. Unlike the real deal, it was remote-controlled and could only launch pompons(much to both Kyoko and Makoto’s relief). Kyoko was hesitant to activate the model, as she didn’t want to hurt her friend.

"It’s okay, Kiri" Makoto assured her, "I’ll be fine."

The lavender-haired girl felt nervous. She remembered the last person who was ‘punished’ by this was Leon Kuwata. Killed by a barrage of baseballs while tied to a post. But she remembered that she was doing this for her friend. Mustering up courage, she pressed the start button on the remote control, thus activating the machine. It shot out a few pompons at him like slow balls, before rapidly shooting countless pompons like a machine gun. Fortunately, the softness of the pompons meant that Makoto wasn’t seriously hurt. However, Kyoko wasn’t sure and deactivated the model, much to the brunet’s disappointment.

"Aww, why’d you stop?"

"I was worried you’d get hurt."

"Well, I’m hurt now… mentally hurt. You said this was your idea, and now you’re abandoning it?"

"I just… Seeing you get killed would’ve caused me to fall into despair."

This was what shocked Makoto. He had so much fun with his giantess fetish that he didn’t even notice about Kyoko’s precaution with handling him.

"I’m sorry, Kiri. I was just so excited with you being big. Well, me being small. If it’ll make you happy, I’ll be more careful with what I do. Starting with getting out of this stitch of tape."

Kyoko giggled as she kneeled down and peeled the tape off Makoto(and the chair). She then picked the little brunet up and placed him on the desk before leaning in and kissing him, causing both of them to blush. Makoto then noticed the mug Kyoko gave him earlier. He then looked at the box, and got an idea.

He wanted to try out the “Motorcycle Cage of Death”, but now knowing that his giant friend wanted to keep him safe, he decided to use the mug as the cage. Ironically, there was a good reason why the model had “death” in its name. During the Killing School Life, the cage was used by Monokuma to turn Super High School Level Biker Gang Leader, Mondo Owada, into butter.

"Kiri?" The brunet asked. "I think I know what I want to do." The lavender-haired giantess leaned in close as Makoto whispered into her ear. Her mouth formed a smile when she heard it. "I like that idea, Mini Makoto" she said. She picked up her miniature friend and placed him inside the mug. It still had some drops of coffee inside it, but Makoto didn’t care. He gave a thumbs up to his friend, signifying that he was ready.

Kyoko grabbed the mug by the handle and held it close to her body, just incase. She started to shake the mug in a swirling motion, as Makoto held on for the ride. She swirled it faster and faster and faster until she felt it was enough. She placed the mug on the desk as a dizzy Makoto peeked up from the rim of the mug.

"I don’t know why I even wanted to do that" the swirly-eyed brunet said before shaking his dizziness off. "But at least it wasn’t deadly."

Kyoko sighed in relief. She then looked at her shrunken friend. "What do you want to do now? Hopefully not play with more of those models."

"Well, it was either the 'Witch Trial' model or doing your nails. And frankly, I’d enjoy doing your nails."

Kyoko smiled at the thought of a shrunken Makoto doing her nails. It was one of the many tortures shrunken men were put up against in mini-giantess settings. Now, she could experience it. No, both of them could experience it, together. "I’d be happy for you to do my nails, Naegi. But just incase, let’s just test the 'Witch Trial' model for any flaws." She didn’t want to say that the possible flaws would be fatal. If the models were like their actual counterparts, she didn’t want her friend to end up barbecued like Celestia Ludenberg, the Super High School Level Gambler. And thankfully, he didn’t…

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What looked like a burnt pile of wood was once the model for the "Burning of the Versailles Witch". Apparently, Junko Enoshima had made this model too much like the actual thing. Now, it just laid there on the floor. A relieved Kyoko and Makoto watched nearby.

"So, nails?" The brunet asked his giant lavender-haired friend.

"Definitely!"

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No sooner had they put the burnt remains of the model inside a bag(which was placed inside the box with the other models) was Makoto helping Kyoko paint her fingernails. He took off his headmaster uniform and now sported a white t-shirt. In front of him was a bottle of pink nail polish. He didn’t bother using the lid brush that came with said bottle. Instead, he dipped both of his hands in the nail polish. Once they were covered in pink lacquer, he walked over to his gigantic friend as she placed her burnt left hand on the desk.

The brunet wasn’t sure if he could apply nail polish to a burnt hand, but he wasn’t going to be distracted from his fetish reality. So he started with the pinkie, rubbing his hands all over the nail as if he was finger painting. Once the polish was applied, he smoothed it down to ensure that no paint bubbles would appear. He continued this process for the other fingers(and thumbs) on each hand until every nail was tickled pink. How he managed to do all of Kyoko’s nails in under ten minutes astonished him.

Even Kyoko was impressed. Of course, the brunet did climb up a lot of ladders after he was 'accidentally' dumped down a garbage chute. Even at his current size, he still had hope and confidence. No victim in the giantess videos she watched had that.

Whether the victim(mostly a man) was shrunken or the giantess was fifty feet tall didn’t matter. For every time the victim tried tried to appease the giantess, he would fail and get crushed to death by the foot of the angry female. They, however, only cared about their own safety. The giantess, on the other hand, would only care about herself. But their selfless acts had flaws, and would result in death to either of them(whether it be under the giantess’ foot for the victim, or carelessness for the giantess). Following them would be despair, which would bring riots and, possibly, the end of mankind.

Makoto, however, cared for her. And Kyoko cared for him. This had no flaws, and the outcome of this was hope.

"Kyoko, do you want me to massage your scalp?"

She quickly snapped out of her thoughts and looked at her shrunken friend. He still had nail polish all over his hands. What purpose was it to massage someone’s scalp if your hands were covered in paint. "Only after you wash your hands, Mini Makoto." She picked up her shrunken friend and carried him towards the teachers’ lounge to give him a bath.

"Kiri?"

"Yes, Naegi?"

"When you handed me the mug with Shrink X in it, you wanted to squeeze me in between your breasts, didn’t you?"

…

"Yes. Sorry."

"Don’t be. I’d be happy to be between your breasts. Actually, I’ve dreamt about that when…"

"When you first met me?"

"How did you…? Oh, let me guess. Intuition?"

"Intuition."

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Taking a bath wasn’t easy for Makoto, due to his small size. Even if he and Kyoko had the school to themselves, both were embarrassed to take off their clothes and reveal their privates. But fortunately, Kyoko had a solution: a small bathtub for a small man. She attached one end of a garden hose  she found to the faucet, and screwed on a bottle cap on the other end. The cap had holes poked into it, so the water could sprinkle out like a shower.

Makoto stood inside a strainer placed on top of a waste bucket. Thankfully, he was too big to accidentally slip and fall through the small holes. But all he was focused on right now was privacy.

Fortunately for him, Kyoko had placed a plastic plate on the strainer, and cut a hole in it so that the hose would fit into it. So not only would the hose be stabilized, but she also wouldn’t accidentally catch a glimpse of her boyfriend’s naked body.

"Ready, Naegi?"

"Ready, Kiri."

Kyoko walked towards the sink and turned on the faucet. Warm water flowed through the hose and sprayed onto the tiny brunet. He had taken off his clothes and given them to Kyoko before she turned on the faucet. Now, he could enjoy a nice, warm shower.

The last time Makoto had taken a shower at Hope’s Peak was during the Killing Games. After Maizono’s body was removed from the stall, he took a late night shower to try and restore his inner peace. But it didn’t work, all because of Junko’s despair.

Thankfully, he wouldn’t feel despair anymore. Not when he had friends who believed in hope.

"How’s it going in there, Naegi?"

"It’s nice and refreshing in here, Kiri."

"Just let me know when you’re done. There’s still so many things I want to do with you before I restore you back to normal."

"Thanks, Kiri."

Makoto decided to stay in for five more minutes. Meanwhile, the water in the waste bucket kept rising almost every five seconds. Kyoko hoped Makoto wouldn’t forget.

"Kiri, I’m done."

After the aforementioned five minutes were over, Kyoko turned off the faucet. She pulled the hose out of the cutout and carried the strainer to the table. The lavender-haired detective then placed the strainer on the table and took off the plate covering it without even peeping at her shrunken boyfriend.

She then walked over to the sink and grabbed a towel with one hand, before walking back to the table and tipping the strainer to let Makoto out with the other hand. She placed the towel in front of him so he could dry off, and gave him his shrunken clothes to put on. When he stepped out, he looked clean as a whistle, which is what Kirigiri did.

"Something tells me you like what you see, Kiri."

"So you noticed."

"Well, anyway, let’s continue with our fun."

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Back in the principal’s office, Kyoko watched happily as Makoto tussled with the toy excavator. The toy digger was only an inch higher than the brunet(seven if you count the arm). The lavender-haired girl could only giggle as Makoto struggled against the machine.

"Need some help, Mini Makoto?"

"Nope, I got this."

Makoto pulled the excavator’s arm with all his might. He pulled…

"I can do this."

…and pulled…

"Almost there!"

…and pulled…

…until he lost grip and fell face first on the desk.

"Ouch."

"Are you okay, Naegi?" Kyoko asked.

"The only thing that’s hurt is my feelings," Makoto playfully said in his sad voice. "Please avenge me."

"No problem."

Kyoko placed her middle finger on the toy excavator and gave it a little push. Not too much force. But just enough for her to tip the excavator over and let it fall on its side. Makoto ran towards the finger and hugged it.

"Thanks, Queen Kiri."

"Queen Kiri?"

"It was the best I could come up with."

The two laughed at that. But it wouldn’t last. A rumble suddenly got their attention. They looked at the source: Kyoko’s stomach. The lavender-haired girl blushed.

"Sorry, I forgot breakfast."

"It’s okay. Hey, I got an idea."

"What is it?"

"It’s kind of related to the 'After School Punishment'."

"Okay. Spill the beans, Naegi. What’s the big deal? No pun intended."

"A trust fall. I’ll fall over the edge of the desk, and you catch me."

"You want to do a trust fall?"

"With a twist."

"What twist?"

"Instead of catching me with your hands, I want you to catch me with your mouth."

"What?!"

"You heard me."

"But, that’s like eating you…"

"And what do most giantesses do when they see tiny men?"

"You have a point, but…"

"You don’t have to eat me. When I land in your mouth, you can spit me back on the desk. Okay?"

"Okay."

The brunet stood on the edge of the desk as Kyoko positioned herself beneath him. She opened her mouth as wide as she could. She waited for Makoto to take the jump. And he did. Hopefully he doesn't miss, Kyoko thought.

"NOOOOO!"

Before Makoto knew it, a pair of giant hands trapped him inside them. He felt himself going higher and higher. When the hands opened, Makoto was shocked to see…

"Komaru?"

END